Sequel to: House of Frost
Characters: Chloe, Kal, Deacon Frost, Lois, Lana, Crease, Blade, Karen, Whistler, Danica Talos, Hannibal King, Asher Talos, Jarko Grimwood, Buffy Saunders, Mercury, Vanessa Brookes
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Frost proves that Chloe isn't safe with him, she joins up with Kal, who refuses to be the minion of anyone. Doesn't help that Inquisitor Reporter, Lois, is searching for her cousin and getting close to the vampire secret.
WARNING: This story has a vampiric KAL EL, not Clark Kent. You know the difference. It's not just the name. So be ready for his attitude and behavior.
When she entered Deacon's room Chloe braced herself for whatever would happen, and the tension radiating from him, transmitted to her through their sire-link, made her even more apprehensive as the door slid closed behind her. Her green gaze went to Deacon, who had yet to acknowledge her presence, going over some documents. His body tense, his eyes narrowed and tinged with red, his grip on the papers nearly breaking them.
"You called for me?" She finally spoke.
"What did Danica want you to go over?" Deacon asked, not looking up from his documents.
"They are some very old texts, though not as old as the LaMagra legends." Chloe replied, staying where she was, feeling a little more comfortable now that it seemed he'd brought her in to quiz her on work-related information. "Whatever it is she obviously considers the information vital, and is remaining quiet as to what exactly she's looking for."
"You think she's looking for something." Deacon finally looked up.
Chloe nodded. "Definitely."
"How could you tell if you didn't know what was on the hard drive?" He asked.
"A couple of the documents were maps." Chloe replied. "It's nothing recognizable, more like a map of something that might have been there hundreds of years ago and aren't standing anymore, at least not above ground."
He turned fully. "I don't feel comfortable with Danica having her hands on something like that. Find a way to make a copy of it and study it when they're gone."
"Already done." She announced. "I made a ghost copy of their hard drive, informed them that I couldn't help them, and gave them back their drive. They have no idea it's been copied."
"Good girl." Deacon smirked as he put down his documents and came towards her, too close for comfort, reaching out to brush a blonde strand out of her face. "Now...about that little performance with Danica's fuckboy."
Chloe went tense despite her orders to her body to remain lax, kept her gaze on his, refusing to back down.
"Tomorrow we will be going to a special doctor who will be able to tell me if you're expecting or not." He replied, placing his hand hard against her stomach. "Your womb is prize realty, and if that bastard's spawn has taken root I'll tear it out myself, understand?"
Fear began to rise within her.
"Good. You do." He smirked, reaching for her and pulling her into a harsh, punishing kiss. "Tonight is the night, LaMagra awakens. I expect you to be there by my side when I join with the blood god." With that warning not to be late, he stormed out of the room.
"Oh, I'll be there." Chloe whispered, wiping at her mouth. "You can count on that."
What Deacon didn't know was that there was a part of the ritual she'd never told him about.
The sun was setting, or so the time of her clock betrayed. Karen had made progress, but it'd been slow and nothing compared to her earlier discovery. She was tired, completely burnt out, but unwilling to rest for even a moment. The wound on her neck was clearly infected, gangrenous, what Whistler had done to help her obviously hadn't been enough and the transformation was starting. She needed to find that cure, she needed to find it now.
She ran her hand over her face to try and wipe away the sleep as she went back to gazing at a blood smear slide through a microscope.
"No, no, no." She pulled away and took in a deep breath. "I've looked at that blood smear a million times, I need to remove myself from it for a second and think basic."
Karen took in another breath and tried to think this through, tried to remember every single thing Whistler had told her about vampires and why they did what they did, like the fact that they drunk blood because their own blood couldn't sustain hemoglobin. In that sense vampirism was somewhat like a genetic defect, just like Hemolytic anemia.
Suddenly Karen's eyes widened, unable to believe that she hadn't thought about it before.
It was exactly like Hemolytic anemia!
Why hadn't she thought about it?
Basically one would have to re-write the victim's DNA and alter it so that the DNA would produce proteins capable of generating hemoglobin by injecting a retrovirus into the bone marrow cells, which would cause the host's DNA to mutate! Doctors had been using that to treat Sickle-cell anemia!
Karen gave a little shriek of excitement.
This could work!
Everyone human who'd been turned into a vampire could be cured!
Giving another shriek of happiness, Karen hurried about her job.
Once it was done and she had tested the cure on herself, she had two vampire hunters she needed to find.
Blade was being a fool and Whistler had refused to join him as the Daywalker walked into what was so terribly obviously a trap. He knew that the boy was unnerved by Frost's venture into daylight, no matter how brief, and was also discouraged by how little progress they'd made, but Whistler didn't think that it excused his pupil from making such a novice mistake as the one he was making right now. It was because of that, and because Blade needed to learn from his own mistakes, that Whistler remained at the abandoned factory instead of backing up the Daywalker as he usually would in these circumstances.
Suddenly the lights in the workshop flickered then when out, causing Whistler to look around the room, wary. The back-up generator should've kicked in by now, but a couple of more seconds passed and the generator still hadn't kicked in. He moved to a window and gazed out, realizing that the UV floodlights were down as well.
As Whistler reached for a flashlight, a voice spoke behind him.
"I didn't expect your security to be so lax."
Whistler spun around, eyes wide, recognizing his voice.
Deacon Frost stepped into the pool of illumination thrown off by the flashlight, followed by his minions. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, 'old friend'?"
Blade looked around the abandoned church on Exton, wondering exactly what religion had been worshipped here. There was an altar lit with candles and pictures of saints which one would think catholic, and yet statues and portraits of demons and other occult material also littered the place. There were small dolls, some clay, some cloth, hanging by their necks, pins sticking in them reminiscent of voodoo. Still yet there were images of old pagan deities and animal spirits littered about.
Feeling something he never had before, an awareness, Blade turned and saw a young girl, blonde, green eyes, wearing black and a grim expression. She wasn't human. Vampire. But he'd never been able to sense a vampire quite like this before, and it made him wary as he turned to fully face her, ready for the ambush Whistler assured him this was.
The girl, who seemed unarmed and no older than eighteen, took in a deep, unnecessary breath. "Thank you for coming, Daywalker, I didn't think you would."
"What do you want, bloodsucker?" He hissed, uncomfortable with her civility.
"You want to know what Deacon Frost is planning, and I want you to know." She replied.
He was taken away by the bluntness, the straightforwardness, and wary by the offer. "Why would you betray one of your own kind?"
"Why would you fight your kind?" She countered.
"I'm different." He snarled, hating being compared to her and her kind.
"Yeah, aren't we all." She rolled her eyes.
Blade glared at this woman, not liking how she disconcerted him with her whole attitude.
"I don't have much time," to her credit, the bloodsucker looked genuinely uneasy as she gazed around her before turning to him. "Listen carefully Blade, because I won't have time to run everything over with you once more. Deacon Frost sired me because he needed someone on his team who was a brainiac, for lack of a better word. He'd been trying to decipher some texts of the Book of Erebus, some of the oldest writing in vampire history. They were so old the oldest vampires still around didn't even know the language. I was able to write and run a program that translated it, and you need to know what's going down."
Blade frowned darkly.
"The whole text was about LaMagra, the vampire blood god. The scrolls talked about His return, and that when he did it would usher vampires everywhere into a new age of dominance over humans." She took in a deep breath. "But for LaMagra to be awaken, the scrolls said that, and I'm paraphrasing here: 'there will come a Day Walker whose blood will call the Sleeper from beyond the Veil of Tears'."
"His blood-?" Blade hissed.
The blonde female nodded. "Your blood is a trigger, it's the catalyst to LaMagra's rebirth, awakening. According to the texts one only needs to consume your blood, and the spirit of his ancestors will settle upon him. It says that the Sleeper, or LaMagra, will rise from the shadows anew, cleansing the world in a Tide of Blood."
"Tide of Blood." Blade echoed.
"It's basically the vampire apocalypse." The vampire sighed. "The scrolls say that all who feel its taint will succumb to the Thirst." She made a face. "Thing is LaMagra isn't a physical being. He's a spirit, requiring a flesh and body host in order to manifest himself."
"Frost." Blade murmured.
The vampire nodded.
Blade's eyes narrowed behind his shades. "This is bullshit. If it was true you wouldn't be telling me."
"It's the truth." She snapped at him, eyes flashing in anger. "Why do you think Deacon is all of a sudden trying to make peace with you? Trying to get you to join him? To lure you to his side? He knows he needs you, your blood, if he's to awaken LaMagra and decimate the earth, make humans into the cattle he sees them as." She took a step towards him, chin raised. "I'm telling you the truth and risking my neck to do so, so if you don't believe me and the world goes to hell then it's your fault everyone dies."
Blade frowned, cocking his head to the side as he examined her. "Why wouldn't you want that? You're a vampire."
She narrowed her eyes. "Not all of us want the same things."
"You kill humans to survive." He pointed out coldly. "I'm sure you all agree on that."
"If we feed from someone and don't kill them they will turn. If we didn't kill everyone we ate there'd be an epidemic on our hands and there would be no more humans. Have you ever stopped and thought about that, Daywalker?" She snapped at him.
"We can cure those recently bitten." He snarled back.
"Right, the garlic solution." She taunted, annoying him because there was yet another thing about him that the vampires shouldn't know about and yet did. "They're about just as effective as your serum, isn't it? It's not a guaranteed treatment and most of the people you inject that into either die from the shock or still end up turning despite it." Her hands went to her hips. "Tell me, Blade, what's the percentage of success rate do you have? Thirty percent? Twenty?"
A muscle jumped in his cheek because he couldn't counter that.
"Ten?" She countered, seeming to get a hellish delight out of his silence. "Five?" Thankfully, she stopped after that. "Obviously our way of doing things is better. Do you really want millions of vampires out there?"
He glared at her. "I'd prefer if there were none."
She raised her chin further, defiant, unafraid, annoyed. "Well boo hoo."
Blade's eyebrow raised.
Seriously, who was this girl?
She was unlike any vampire he'd ever met!
And what was this strange awareness he felt towards her?
Suddenly there was a noise from the entrance of the church and Blade immediately went on the defensive, pulling out his weapons, but instead of a gang of ravenous vampires, that brunette female emerged, holding a cellular. "You need to see this."
The blonde looked deeply annoyed with her. "I told you to stay away from here while I talked to him."
"Yeah, you did." The brunette acknowledged as if that really wasn't important, not at all acting like a familiar and dicing that suspicion in the Daywalker's mind. "Smallville 2.0 has texted you a message for the Daywalker."
"He could have killed you." The vampire wasn't letting that go, snarling at the human. "He could have thought you were a vampire ambush!"
Which, Blade had to admit, for a split second he had.
"Well, he didn't, and he really needs to get this message." The human responded.
Blade looked between the two females and felt himself go stiff as he realized that the vampire was...worried...for the human.
How was this possible?
The vampire took the phone from the human and looked at the message, before her green eyes widened and she turned to Blade. "You need to go back to your headquarters. Now."
Blade's eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"Deacon's found it." She whispered. "And he's paying a visit as we speak."
Blade's eyes widened and he raced passed the vampire and human, hurrying towards where he'd parked the Olds.
As they exited the old abandoned church, Chloe turned to Lois. If Deacon had decided to attack the Daywalker's home like this, he was obviously starting the procedures for the Blood Ritual and would leave some map of some sort for him to follow...most probably carved in Blade's human companion's skin.
"I need you to listen to me." Chloe placed her hands on her cousin's shoulders. "I need you to get out of here, go to Smallville, do it this time. I don't want any little text from you saying you're still here because you think you can be useful. You can't."
Lois' eyes narrowed. "But-."
"A vampire blood god is being conjured tonight. A BLOOD GOD!" Chloe snapped at her, fangs elongating, the whites of her eyes tinting pink in her frustration. "You are only human. You can't do anything but die. I need you to stop being so blockheaded and go to my father. Keep him company, he has no idea what might happen tonight. I need you to be there in case...in case things don't go as planned and Blade, Kal and I fail."
Lois' anger died slightly at the mention of Gabe's safety. "I hate this."
"I know." Chloe responded, letting go. "But you need to go now. Deacon has me on a short leash and I need to be at our House before he starts wondering where I've gone off to and gets suspicious. So go. Okay?"
"I will." Lois whispered, nodding, before reaching out and shocking Chloe by hugging her tightly. "Be careful Lil Cuz."
Chloe froze, the sound of Lois' blood rushing through her veins tempting, her fangs growing sharper, her fingernails growing claw-like. Yet somehow she managed to take in a deep breath, close her eyes, and hug her cousin back instead of ripping her throat out as every instinct in her screamed for her to do. "You too."
Blade hurried off of the elevator into the workshop, his heart skipping a beat in terror as he found the place trashed. It looked like a tornado had touched down in his absence.
He pulled out one of his .454s, cautious despite his desire to race and find his only true friend. "WHISTLER?"
The Daywalker suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide in horror as they finally found Whistler. The human had been strung up by his arms against the far wall, tortured and left for dead.
In response to Blade's voice, a moan escaped the dying man's lips.
Rushing to the wall, Blade cut Whistler down with his sword, gently lowering him to the floor. He cradled the old man his arms, eyes on the primary wound...two ragged puncture marks along the man's throat. "Jesus, Whistler, what did they do to you?"
Whistler opened his eyes, struggling to speak. "Frost..." He spasmed and coughed, wincing from the pain.
"Don't try to talk." Blade whispered.
"Listen." Whistler's eyes had the strength his voice lacked. "You have to-finish me off. You don't want me coming back."
"No, we can treat the wounds." But even as Blade said that the vampire's mocking words rang in his mind and he snarled because she was unfortunately right. The treatment was as good as a placebo most of the time, he'd only seen it actually work once, and that person had just been bitten a minute or so before the treatment was administered.
"You know it won't work, I'm too far gone." Whistler wheezed.
Blade froze, at a complete loss, understanding what his mentor and only friend meant. "Whistler, I can't."
Whistler surprised him as he reached for Blade's gun. "Walk away, boy."
Closing his eyes, hating himself for having failed the human this way, Blade stood and turned his back on Whistler, walking away, never looking back, not even when he heard the sound of the gun firing. Instead he walked away, staring in front of him unseeingly until suddenly a sharp view camcorder that didn't belong to them caught him eye. Resting nearby was a label that read PLAY ME.
Reaching for the camcorder, Blade played the feed, Frost's face appearing on the the built-in screen.
"Hello Blade." The vampire declared with a smirk. "By the time you watch this, Whistler will no doubt be winging his way to Heaven, thanks to your capable hands. If it makes any difference to you, he put up quite a fight." Frost touched a deep gash which ran across his cheek. "I'll make this as easy as possible for you. You can find us at the Edgewood Towers. We'll be waiting with baited breath."
The tape cut to static.
Snarling, Blade threw the camcorder against the wall, shattering it into a dozen pieces.
He was going to kill Deacon Frost tonight, and nothing, not even a blood god, was going to stop him.
When Mercury found her, Chloe was through her third victim, blood pouring down her face, eyes reddened from bloodlust. She'd gone through so much stress and anxiety and then had fought so viciously not to sink her tingling fangs into Lois' oh-so-tempting jugular that once she'd managed to get away from her cousin she'd been unable to stop herself. But the hunger had been harder to quench, the vampiric side of her demanding the blood she'd denied herself at the church. It was really that moment, as Mercury watched her in amusement, arms over her chest, that Chloe realized the full extent of what she'd become. She was a predator, unable to control herself or the Thirst, and fear entered her at the thought of the Blood Tide and vampires worldwide tainted by this gut-clenching need to sink fangs deep and nurse till the victim breathed no more and never would.
"Deacon sent me to see what was keeping you." Mercury declared, hip leaning against the alley wall, watching Chloe finish bleeding the body in her hands dry before breaking the neck to make doubly sure that somehow this person wouldn't come back as one of them. "This is all thanks to you and your brain, you need to be there to see it happen."
Letting the body fall to the ground, Chloe took in a couple of breaths as she wiped the back of her palm across her face, smearing the blood. "Didn't want to meet the Blood God on an empty stomach."
Mercury's lips twitched. "Come on now, we can't start the fun without you."
Taking in a deep breath, Chloe nodded. "Let's go."
The whole compound had been given the order to evacuate, all non-combat members told to find refuge somewhere else. They were being expelled like insects, and those who questioned or wished to speak to Deacon themselves to understand what was happening were treated with little mercy, a couple of the men of the House having to be dragged out by their terrified females. In the middle of the chaos, Lana looked around her feeling fear for the first time since she'd been sired. This was too last minute, too...
She shook her head, looking around for someone she knew who could give her answers.
Only hours ago she'd been in charge of the House of Talos' care, and then not a full hour after they'd left things had begun changing, and now this evacuation.
Seeing Crease, Lana's eyes widened as she pushed her way through the crowd towards him. "Crease! What's happening? Why are we being evacuated?"
He seemed distracted, disturbed, as he turned towards her. "None of your business Lana, but for your own safety all I can say is get the hell away from here for the night."
"Have Chloe and Clark-Kal-," she corrected herself, clearing her throat. "Have they cleared the building? Are they safe?"
A strange look passed over his face. "They're where they're meant to be." And with that he pushed her away. "Go."
It was the blankness in his eyes that did it for her.
Turning, Lana joined the crowd in the rush to leave the building.
Something didn't feel right.
As Kal stood by Deacon's side he couldn't help but feel something in the air, it was nearly electric. The building had been evacuated of all non-essencial personnel, and all those who were meant to be there were there, including Chloe, who's shirt was splattered with blood and lips tinted from a recent kill. For a moment he wondered if that was Lois' blood, but then he put it out of his mind, figuring the blonde wouldn't touch her cousin unless completely under the control of the Thirst. She still had some sort of loyalty towards the human, and while Kal didn't understand or appreciate it, thinking it foolish, he figured it was something he was going to have to get used to.
If things went according to plan and they managed to stop Deacon and LaMagra, destroying them both, Kal figured the House would need a new Head, and while he was sure he would have contention with others for leadership he knew that none of them would be able to match him for strength or cunning. He had already figured out how to remove the tattoo of the House of Frost from his body...going out in direct sunlight with all his body protected except for the patch over his tattoo which would, after a period, cause the sun to burn his skin near unrecognizable, burning the ink right out of his body. Then all he'd had to do was drink a couple of humans and regenerate his skin, tattoo-less.
And the funny thing was that the House of Frost's tattoo could easily be adapted to the House of El's symbol.
Seemed like fate.
But it all depended on making sure the Daywalker won this battle, and if he didn't have what it took Kal would have to intervene...though subtly. No vampire would ever join with a vampire who killed his own kind. Whatever happened tonight, whether LaMagra was successfully summoned or not, Deacon Frost wasn't leaving this place alive.
"He's here." Deacon smirked, eyeing the screens as were they all.
Blade was on the rooftop of the building across the street, scoping their home with a pair of binoculars. Suddenly he hefted an air-launcher rifle up into firing position and fired, an iron spike trailing a steel cable rocketing through the air between the two buildings, sinking into the concrete facade of the penthouse. The Daywalker secured his end of the rope, slipping a pulley over it as he grabbed hold of two handles and leapt off of the roof ledge.
"Gotta give him points for originality." Crease muttered, tenser than usual, eyes narrowed, standing alone in the darkest corner of the room.
Kal sent him a look, eyes narrowing slightly, before returning his gaze to the screen as Blade slid toward the penthouse, a good twenty stories above street level.
A second before reaching the windows, Blade let go, momentum sending him crashing through in a shower of glass and triggering the alarms.
Two guards raced towards him but were dispatched with his silver sword and vicious accuracy, causing a sliver of respect to form in Kal's chest at the recognition of a fellow warrior. A third vampire leapt at Blade and he spun, flipping his attacker over his shoulder, sending him straight through one of the other windows, sending him crashing all the stories down to the concrete beneath. It wasn't enough to kill a vampire, but that unlucky bastard would be very smashed up, bones broken, and unable to feed due to his inability to move thanks to said broken bones.
Blade unsheathed his sword and headed out into the hall, seeming to be following some invisible thread. Every vampire who met him met an abrupt, painful death, and the Daywalker continued massacring the oncoming vampires despite the odds being against him.
Kal smirked. If this guy was half this good while fighting Deacon Kal wouldn't have to do anything. This Daywalker would do it all for him.
Blade finally stopped once he came to a set of steel doors with a time-lock mechanism. He drew a Cassul, blasting away at the lock before shouldering the doors open and stepping into Frost's sleeping chambers. It was a windowless, vault-like room dominated by a series of high-tech stainless steel sarcophagi. But instead of Frost, the Daywalker came across someone Kal bet he hadn't expected to see.
She was dressed in angelic white, her hair long in curls, everything about her deliberately innocent and vulnerable. "Eric."
Blade froze, eyes widening in horror. "Mother?"
Chloe gasped, the sound loud in the silent room.
Vanessa stared at Blade, tears staining her cheeks. "I've missed you so much Eric." She drew closer. "You have no idea what I've been through, how much I've wanted to see you."
Chloe turned to Crease. "Vanessa's his mother?"
His only answer was a curt, tense nod.
Deacon turned. "Time to make an appearance." With that he left the room, the door closing behind him.
On the screen Blade obviously faltered, mind reeling, what he was seeing incomprehensible. He'd believed his mother was dead and yet here she was in the flesh, reaching out to him...and flashing a mouthful of viper-like fangs. She snarled and struck, brutally raking her claws across Blade's face, knocking the sword from his grasp.
A trio of black-clad vampires led by Mercury stepped from the shadows where they'd been waiting all along. Armed with tasers they fired em masse, hitting Blade from all sides. He writhed as electricity coursed through him, before collapsing in a heap on the floor, laboring to lift his head, looking up at Vanessa.
For a second, Kal felt pity.
"You died..." Blade flinched through the pain.
Vanessa gave him a hellish smile for his troubles. "I'd call it Sleeping more than dead."
As if on cue Deacon appeared at Vanessa's side, wrapping a proprietary arm about her waist, kissing the nape of her neck.
She leaned into him, closing her eyes, obviously relishing this act of intimacy.
Then again, she hadn't exactly been very much in Deacon's good books lately.
"Hello Blade." Deacon grinned. "So good to see you." He bent down on his knees to stare into the fallen Daywalker's eyes. "You're not looking so well." He reached into Blade's jacket, retrieving a vial of what was probably this serum Kal had heard so much about. "What do we have here? Your precious serum?" He smirked. "I don't think you'll be needing this anymore."
Deacon crushed the vial in his fist.
Blade struggled to reach the vampire, stretching a palsied hand upwards towards his mother. "Please."
"Listen to your father, Eric." Vanessa scolded him.
Blade stared at her, uncomprehending.
Chloe though, brought a hand to her mouth, eyes wide in horror.
Kal, having known this already, just waited for the Daywalker's reaction.
"Don't look so surprised, Blade." Deacon taunted. "You've spent your life looking for the vampire who fathered you. Well...you can rest easy now, you've found him." He grabbed Blade's chin. "Daddy's here."
Blade's eyes widened in shock.
Deacon simply laughed. "It's true, Blade. You've got my blood running through your veins," He smiled. "Thirty years ago on a moonlit night a woman was on her way to her home all alone. You were conceived the night I tore my fangs into your mother's flesh."
With that said, Deacon swung his fist into Blade's skull, and the Daywalker collapsed unconscious.
Kal turned a look to Chloe, who was still eyeing the screen in shock.
He was really going to have to work on her if she was going to be a part of the House of El.